Flayre Leyf

Interview: :: Gaia Leyf::

BOLD ITALICS: Melborne's thoghts

Bold: Melborne's Speaking

Italic's: The person being interviewed.

--_--Interview Start--_--

I figured I'd start with the person who'd been there from the beginning of this amazing tale, to give us a little background. Gaia Lyef was an imposing woman, and exuded a very motherly air. I decided to keep away from the cookie jar lest I find myself in time out. The woman herself was as beautiful as all the girls I'd seen beforehand, so I could see where her gaggle of daughters got their looks from. She had brown hair, cut into a no nonsense bob, but strangely had blue and green highlights here and there. She wore a sundress of earthy tones, emerald jewelry and had the eyes to match it.

Mrs. Leyf? I'm here for the interview?

Yes, young man, I can see that. Do come in I'll make tea. Very healthy for you.

I made the wise choice not to tell her I abhored tea in any form.

Dear me....where to start?

How about with Silver's Birth?

Silver, ah, yes, my baby. Silver's father was a normal, everyday human. Unfortunately he had a heart problem and died before she was born. Everything was normal for about a year afterwords. When the real drama started, Silver had just turned one.

My husbands always drop like flies...or they turned out to be idiots.

The tea she gave me was not as bad as I'd expected. In fact, I kind of liked it...a little.

Who was your husband when the 'drama' started?

This time around his name was Henry the idiot.

That's a rather modern name for 11,000 years ago.

We were Atlantian, sir. We were millenia ahead of people elsewhere in the world. No automobiles, of couse, we stuck to a horse and buggy. A car can do much for you, but the engine can not be a companion as well.

I knew when who would say differently.

Before you go any farther, would you tell us about the magic your family holds? One of your daughters informed me it was a bit complicated.

Ah, that would be Aneira, poor thing. Not very good at magic. It's actually quite simple. Each child in my family, as long as anyone can remember, has been born with magic given to them by a planet. The odd thing is, the nature of the magic seems not to correlate with the planet. (You'd think a child of mercury would be skilled with fire, but ice is Di's favorite). The power level, however, does. The farther the planet from the sun, the weaker the magic, hence Aneira's issues.

Silver's magic has always come and gone, like the fazes of the moon. That's really what tipped us off to her planet.

I didn't think the moon was a planet.

It's not, but then, neither is the sun. We'd had plenty of sun children over the centuries, but no moon children. We didn't even know the moon had magic to give, you see. My baby was the first, you can imagine how proud I am.

Okay, so what started Silver's whole adventure?

Well, it seems that would be my social climbing ex-husband. I can only thank the sky I didn't have any children with him. He met the Flayres, who were very close to the King of Atlantis. In fact, as he had no heir's, it was assumed Finian Flayre would take the throne after the old man's death. Obviously the rich and influential Finan Flayre would need a rich and influencial wife, and so his parents looked to my girls. I was out at the time, but I got the- what is the term now-a-day's- play-by-play from my daughters.

"Take you're pick." he'd said.

As if they were cattle.

Hmph.

They boy picked my Silver, and I kicked my husband.

Out, that is.

Will you please tell us about that day, as if you were living it again, please.

She looked very amused for some reason.

It's hard to say no when a man is polite enough to say 'please' twice in one sentence.

Let's see...I had been horseback riding.